Silence

Sun, 07/28/2013 - 09:37 -- yinchen

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The odd thing about silence,

is that;

once it is spoken, 

it

                               disappears.

 

Silence is imaginary,

It is unreal,

It is—

                               unattainable.

 

Silence is not quiet, 

It is not calm,

It is not—

                               peace.

 

Silence is screaming.

Silence is wanting to yell out.

Silence is—

                               holding back.

 

Silence is not being heard.

 

But once the mere word,

is—

                               spoken out.

 

It evaporates into thin air,

and everyone,

                              hears it.

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